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I hate hot weather. Seriously. I'm more of a Winter person. I got my postcard today! And my probation requirements, but that is neither here nor there.

"We are not what we seem." Indeed, Winter. Indeed. I am not a "Nappy Headed Ho." I am a Frizzy Headed Ho.

"Val, Glad you are not here because that would be creepy. Winter" She knows me so well.

Now, JennyJenny8675309 and I have been accosted on more than one occasion by our mail carrier.

"G-D magazines. You girls need to empty your box more often," he chastises.

Actually, sir, my box needs filled more often, know what I'm sayin'?

But, we are kind of lax about checking the mail, so our box is often jam packed with outdated material. I once found my 1990 census form in there. We frequently receive notice that our mail is being held hostage at the local postal office.

But that creates a whole new drama. What kind of professional person can get to the post office between the hours of 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.? Seriously. That's the reason I still have my friend Theresa's birthday present from early March. (Ya'll, aren't those flower pendants the best? I love them! I'm picking out several.)

Some might mistake this as my entry for Mist's call for posts for Carnival of the Mundane. They would be wrong. I've got tons of this stuff.

In the Comments section, tell me how awesome Winter is for sending perfect strangers post cards. Quantify it, if you could. Like, "Winter is so awesome, it kills cats."